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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Trash by the Hobbit Hole

Pausing at the local hobbit hole, I noticed a chunk of white trash. Bring ever the aficionado of white trash, I inspected further. Somekind of prescription salve. Expired in 2008. But then it rattled. Even though I'm well aware of how curiosity killed the cat, I open the bottle. One sad sprig of weed appears. Oh my! I return the lid, drop the bottle back on the grass, and head back along my path. There's a cemetery coming up soon.